boy have i been busy. last i posted, i had come back from a weekend of partying. now.. i prepare for another one. but before i get to that.... lets talk about thursday.. the day of hell.

my boss had mentioned to me that if i wanted to put in more hours, that i could go and do some work for him at his house one day. so... i was expecting to maybe mow and weed wack his FRONT lawn or maybe even do some minor maintenence to his "yard." anyways.... basicly, he fist had me mow the "orchard field" and to him, orchard evidently means a poorly kept side yard the size of most people's entire backyards with scattered trees, rocks, and an irigation system. oh.. and the yard itself resembles the lunar surface... with weeds. also.... his lawn mower is some crappy POS jolopy that he bought for 5 bucks 15 years ago. reliability at its finest. it died at least 5 times. and after i was done mowing the NASA lunar testing ground.. i moved onto the "coral" a corner of "yard" against a bard that has been somewhat fenced in for the sheep that i had to scare away. this, surprisingly, was better kept than the so called orchard.. but it was riddled with sheep crap and it was probably last mowed during the clinton administration (its interesting how when people really wanna make periods of time seem even longer.. they compare it to who was president at the time.) anyways.. when i was done with that.. he had me pull weeds.

now.. im picturing that i would sift through daisies... seeking out dandy lions and plucking them at will. but no... he has me scower his "yard" (its more like a frickin farm.. only.. without crops its basicly just grazing land for his sheep) for thistles. for those of you who dont know what a thistle is.. its the most god-awful-tough-as-nails (and just as sharp) prick of a weed ive ever seen. they dont go deep into the ground.. but the ground has been baked rock solid and the liol bastards are strong.. so it was tough just to pull them. thats aside from the fact that they are abolutely bristling with thorns.. just to give you an idea.. i put these lil bastards into a doubled-up garbage bag (in case one tears) and the little pricks would shoot right through both layers of bag AND my jeans to jab the hell ota me everytime the bag barely brushed against my leg. goddamnit that was hell (it was like 90 degrees outside as i walked back and forth for about an hour and a half). and if that werent enough.. he hands me some rusted and busted edger so i can edge his front lawn... which is halved by a cement walk way.. good if you need to mow.. but bad if you have to edge.. cuz then there is more edge to deal with.... PLUS since the edger has to roll along the cement as a guide.. it was even more difficult given the varying levels of the cement and the degree that the grass had over grown its boundries just added to the difficulty. it sucked.